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Thank you! You’re right camila is currently leading the polls at 38.47% with Liam right behind at 37.7%. Come on y’all, he’s lacking by around 3k-ish votes!

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Edit: yes, I’m aware that Lance looks really pale. I’m sorry, and no, its not white washing or anything like that, I wanted to make him look more tanned, but with the cheap colored pencils I was afraid I could ruin the drawing. I’ll try to make him tanner in my next drawings. And yes, more dirty laundry fanarts are coming :D

Edit 2: thank you all for your votes, I was feeling a bit anxious because exams are starting tomorrow, but you managed to cheer me up and I’m very thankful for that ♥

I’m going to be so lost when dwts is finally over and I won’t be able to see Normani slaying on a consistent basis

Originally posted by begavet

Come Home Harry, Come Home Part 3 (Harry Styles Imagine)

Summary: “Y/N is 5 months pregnant, and Harry gets into a car accident.  The car accident affected Harry severely with a loss of memory.”

Requested: yes

Warnings: divorce, delivery problems

A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait, it’s been a bad week. Thank you for sending in ideas and voting on your favorites! I hope you enjoy.

Part 2

Originally posted by growgardens

Come Home, Harry, Come Home (Part 3)

“You’re agreeing to the divorce?” Gemma asks, as she visited you after hearing the news.

“Yes, he doesn’t remember anything. And I agree with him, it’s not fair to him, if he really doesn’t remember, that he would live a life with a woman he doesn’t know, and a baby that he would think is his.”  You explain playing around with your wedding ring.

“I should really take this off.” You say, taking off your ring, “Can you give it back to him? I don’t think I can see him.” You say, handing it to her, not looking at her.

“I can’t take that ring. I don’t believe that you should agree to the divorce. He loves you, he’s just out of it right now. He will remember, you have to fight for this Y/N.” Gemma says.

“But I can’t.” You say defeated. “He said my worst fear. That I am holding him back. I have felt that way the entire time we have been together. I’m not famous, I am the girl from back home, and he gave up what could have been his party days, where he could have been dating any girls, and touring everywhere, to marry me, and start a family at 23.”

Gemma breathes out, and seems to think of what to say next.

“You’ve known my brother for a few years now, but I have known him for his entire life. The fame life does not faze him. The partying, the hooking up, that’s not satisfying to him. He always wanted to be married and have a family. When he met you, I had never seen him so happy, it was like when he would get off stage from performing in front of an awesome crowd. He told everyone about you, he wanted all of us to like you. And whenever we would joke about marriage, he was always serious about saying you would be the one he was going to marry. Y/N, I am begging you, you can’t just give up. Because one day he is going to wake up and remember everything, and you won’t be there. And he will feel like he ruined everything. It will kill him.’” Gemma says, almost begging.

You feel tears in your eyes, but you shake your head, “I’m sorry Gemma, I can’t. I have to go, I need to get prepared for our meeting tomorrow.” You say getting up, not looking at Gemma, because if you do, you will cry.

“I’m sorry.” You say softly again, before walking out.


After you drive home, you are lying in bed rubbing your nine month size stomach.

“Hi baby girl.” You say rubbing your stomach. “I’m sorry that I have been crying a lot, and that I have been stressed, I’m sorry, but mommy is going through a lot, but I promise you, after tomorrow we are going to have a new life tomorrow. And we are going to be okay, just you and me.”  You say feeling tears fall down your face.

“We’re going to be okay, love. We’re going to be okay.” You say rubbing your stomach. “I can’t wait to see you, and hug you and kiss you. I will see you soon. Good night love.”


After about two hours of sleep, you wake up to a very uncomfortable feeling.

“What’s going on baby?” You ask, rubbing your stomach, and then you get the feeling again. And then, you feel liquid go down your thighs.

“Oh, you’re coming. Oh my God you’re coming.” You say pushing yourself up, off the bed.

You grab your phone from off your nightstand, and dial the Gemma’s number.

“Answer Gemma, answer.” You beg, breathing out at another contraction.

After a few more rings, she answers.

“Y/N?” you hear Gemma say very tiredly.

“Gemma” you breathe out.

“Y/N? Oh my God are you okay?” She asks worried, hearing your heavy breathing.

“The baby.” You breathe out. “She’s coming.”

“I will be right over.  You hang in tight alright. Just breathe, and count the time between the contractions.” She says.

“I will, just come quick.” You say trying to control your breathing.


Within fifteen minutes, Gemma is there, helping you, get up, and grabbing the hospital bag.

After she gets you in the car, she tells you, “I called Harry, he is coming. I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to, but he is the father, and even if you said that you didn’t want him there, I know you would want him there.”

“No, it’s okay. That’s-“ You breathe out, “it’s good. He should be there, it’s the birth of his daughter.”

“Alright sister, we’re here. You ready?” She says, unbuckling her seat belt, and reaching over to unbuckle you.

“Yes, let’s do this.”

When you both get into hospital, you see Harry sitting in one of the waiting rooms, and when he sees you, he immediately gets up, and wraps one of your arms around him, helping you walk.

“I got you a room.” He says.

“Thank you.” You say, not looking at him, knowing it is too hard.

As you get into the room, Harry helps you lay down, and immediately nurses, and a doctor comes in.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Styles” the doctor says, “I am Doctor Carlino, and I will be delivering your daughter today.” She says smiling.

“How far in between each contraction?” She asks one of the nurses.

“6 minutes”, says the nurse, and she starts preparing you for your epidermal shot.

“Put your legs up” the doctor says, which you do.

“You are close to full dilation. Just a few more inches, you’ll be ready, just hang in there sweetheart.” She says, holding your hand. “First time parents?” She asks, looking between you and Harry.

“Yes.” You say, before Harry could answer.

“You two are a beautiful couple, your daughter is going to be very lucky.”

“Thank you” Harry says politely.

After about two hours, Doctor Carlino comes, in and checks you again, “you are at full dilation.”

“Now, I am going to need you to start pushing.”

As soon and your start pushing, you begin to feel weak.

“Doct-“ you try to say, “doct” you try again.

“Y/N? Y/N?” Doctor Carlino asks, looking up.

“Grab the oxygen tank.” She orders to the nurses.

“What is happening?” Harry asks concerned.

“Your wife is preeclampsia.” She says.

“What, what does that mean?” He asks.

“It means that we need to deliver this baby now.”

“What if we-“

“Mr. Styles, it is my job as a doctor to do the best that I can do. I need you to let us do our job. I am going to make sure you go home with both your baby and your wife. We need to deliver your daughter, to prevent injuries to your wife. But Mr. Styles, I need to know right now, if it comes down to it, who do you choose, you wife or your daughter?”

It is in that moment, where Harry looks at you, and everything comes back. He remembers seeing you when he came back home to visit the bakery and seeing that you took his job. He remembers your first date where you made the first move and kissed him that night. He remembers your first Christmas together, buying the apartment together, him proposing to you, and all of your friends and family running in afterwards to congratulate you both. He remembers you walking down the aisle at your wedding, and feeling the wind knocked out of him of how gorgeous you looked. He recalls the day he came home, to having you run up and jump on him to tell him you’re pregnant. He remembers waking up that morning before the car accident, and rubbing your stomach and speaking to your daughter. Then it comes back to him what you said to him when he was asleep.

“The baby.” You answer before he can. “You save the baby.” You say looking at him.

“You do everything in your power to make sure our baby girl gets out safe, don’t worry about me, and just make sure our daughter is born.” You say to the doctor.

“Love” Harry tries to say.

“Harry, I am a fighter. Don’t worry about me. I can do this.” You say looking at him, then grabbing your stomach in pain.

“Mr. Styles, you need to leave.” One of the nurses says.

“But-“ He says looking up, trying to see you, but suddenly he can’t, as he just sees the back of nurses and doctors.

“Mr. Styles, you need to trust us, that we will do our job.” The nurse says.

“Please, just please have me bring home my daughter and my wife.” Harry says feeling tears fill his eyes, “please.”

And then Gemma comes, up and grabs Harry, and hugs him while he cries.

They both don’t say anything, but Gemma just holds him, rubbing his back.

“Gemma” He says looking down at his sister. “I, I messed it up.” He says. “I wanted to divorce the love of my life, the mother of my child.  And I can’t even apologize to her, or tell her I love right now. Or I might not ever, I- I” Harry says breathing heavily, with tears streaming down his face.

“Harry, right now, you need breathe. You know Y/N, she is a fighter. And she will make it through this. You need to believe in her.”

After an agonizing hour and a half, the doctor finally comes out.

Harry immediately stands up, and rushes to her. “How is she? My daughter, my wife? How are they?”

“Your daughter is like your wife, a fighter.”

“They are okay?” He asks.

“Yes, you can go in and seem them. Congratulations.” She says, grabbing his shoulder.

Harry does not hesitate, and walk into the room. When he walks in, he feels all the air leave his lungs. He sees you, with no makeup, and your hair sticking to the side of your face due to the sweat, and in that moment, you look as gorgeous when you walked down the aisle. And then he looks at your daughter in your arms, and he feels tears stream down his face.

“And look love, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here to see you.” You say to your daughter looking at him.

Harry walks over, and looks at your daughter.

“Can, can I hold her?” He asks you.

“Yes.” You say, carefully placing your daughter in Harry’s arms.

“Hi baby.” He says looking down at her. “It’s your daddy. You are so beautiful, you definitely got your beauty from your mom.” He says looking over at you.

“I wasn’t here for a little while, and I’m sorry. But your mommy did a very good job taking care of you and keeping you safe. She’s great isn’t she? We’re both very lucky. But, I am here now, and I am not going to be leaving you or mommy if I can help it. Okay?”

Then a nurse comes over, to grab your daughter to clean her off, and put her down to sleep.

Harry walks over to you and grabs your hand, “You kept the ring. You still wear it.”

“Yes, I tried to give it to Gemma, but she wouldn’t take it. She kept telling me to fight for us.”

“Were you going to fight for us?” He asks, playing with the ring on your finger.

“I wasn’t going to fight the divorce.” You say. “If you wanted it, I would agree with it. I just want you to be happy.”

“I don’t want the divorce.” He says.

“What?” You ask confused, looking up at him.

“I remember everything. I can’t have you leave me. I need you, I need the both of you. Please.” Harry begs.

“I am not going anywhere. Neither of us. We are staying right here.” You say grabbing his hand. “I promise.” You say grabbing his hand and kissing it.


A/N: THAT WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER AND I AM SORRY AND I’M ALSO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. I love you all, and I hope you enjoyed it! Tell me what you think!

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“Is there any meaning in, doing something like this?

“I’ll just say this, however you think about it, it has nothing to do with me.”

“If I can drink blood when I feel like it, that’s fine.”

“… … you as well, like it that way too, right?

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Marichat May Day 10: What If

This is a gift for @squirrellygirlart who came with the idea and I just had to write it okay? #noregrets


“What if… I was an actual Princess?”

It was one of those nights when Marinette got tired of kicking ass at Mario Kart and they weren’t in the mood for a movie. So they just played a board game until they got bored and then began playing something like truth or dare or never did I ever. The last game was called ‘what if’ and it was mostly for funny, imaginary situation, given Chat couldn’t reveal too much about his personal life.

Chat tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I think if you would be an actual princess, everybody in the kingdom will love you for your kindness and you will have a long prosperous reign.”

Marinette smiled. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, kitty. Your turn.”

“What if I… was a stripper?”

There was a second of silence before Marinette’s flabbergasted expression turned into amusement and she burst out laughing. Chat pouted.

“Oh my god, please Chat. You want to pull that smooth flirt attitude off but you are just a sweet dork with puns and flirting lines from anime. I can’t see you as a stripper.”

Chat looked downright offended. With a huff, he got up and extended his baton until it looked like a pool that reached the ceiling of her room. He fixed it in place before going to her computer, opening YouTube and putting one the classic striptease song.

Saying Marinette was taken by surprise when Chat began to dance sexily while unzipping his suit, was a misunderstanding. She was in complete shock. Her jaw hit the floor as soon Chat climbed onto the pole. He was actually good. No, not good. He was great! What the actual hell when did Chat learned to do pole dance? Let alone do it that well.

As he was busy dancing while making seductive faces at her, Marinette found herself blushing. A lot. She even tried to use her pigtails to cover her face and miserably failed. Chat gripped the pole with his thighs before letting himself on his back and winking at her while licking his lips. As he kept dancing, Marinette unconsciously reached for the monopoly board. The next thing she knew was that she was throwing banknotes in his direction.

Chat let go of the pole with one hand and caught on of the banknotes. “Monopoly money? Really?”

“Well, excuse me for not being a billionaire to be able to pay you in actual euro.”

“You can always pay me in cookies and affection, purrincess.” he rolled his hips against the pole while blowing her a kiss.

“You’ll have to deal with the monopoly money until I go down for sweets.”

“Deal.”

Marinette pulled her favourite pink cat themed sunglasses out of a drawer and put them on as she kept showering Chat in monopoly money.

Well, the night certainly took an interesting turn.

dexter starters ( showtime’s dexter s2ep2.)

  • “ i finally get a chance to kill and i can’t do it.”
  • “ and now all my secrets are floating to the surface.”
  • “ how did i lose it? how do i find it again?”
  • “ how can i solve a crime when i can’t even solve what’s wrong with me?”
  • “ has a nice ring to it, no?”
  • “ last thing ___ needs is another serial killer.”
  • “ why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”
  • “ what would i do without you?”
  • “ grandma really talks like that?”
  • “ you get the point. right, bitch?”
  • “ fucking people don’t want our help.”
  • “ this stuff never gets to you?”
  • “ i’m more of a cry on the inside kinda guy.”
  • “ what? i’m so over that.”
  • “ just… prove it to me.”
  • “ it’s like you’re just fucking with me.”
  • “ couldn’t pick a worse time, right?”
  • “ hey, how about you take off? let me handle this.”
  • “ i couldn’t let you do that.”
  • “ i owe you.”
  • “ i can’t even go there.”
  • “ this one’s on us, man.”
  • “ i have to focus. tune everything out.”
  • “ timing could be better.”
  • “ … oh. it’s you.”
  • “ who else you got following you?”
  • “ go ahead. try it. i’ve been waitin’.”
  • “ this neighborhood? it’s full of crazies. i’d lock my doors.”
  • “ bathroom’s all yours.”
  • “ we ran outta glasses?”
  • “ come on, give it a chance.”
  • “ sweetie, what’s the matter?”
  • “ what kind of weird?”
  • “ no. no, calm was what i was 35 minutes ago. pissed is what i am now.”
  • “ hey! who want’s eggos? i got blueberry, or chocolate. or both.”
  • “ assholes! they did everything but help.”
  • “ which assholes were you talking to?”
  • “ i didn’t ask for your help, or your advice.”
  • “ i’ll never understand how people deal with death. why they can’t just… put it in it’s place.”
  • “ not exactly ideal in the element of surprise department.”
  • “ i have to find a new way to dispose of the body.”
  • “ you totally douched me in there.”
  • “ you clocked a guy in a bar who touched your arm…“
  • “ well, thank you for the fucking vote of confidence.”
  • “ hey. just visualize that door of opportunity opening up wide for you, bro, and just walk right through it.”
  • “ you keep up with this woo-woo shit, imma walk right through you.”
  • “ that come with a story?”
  • “ well, you should be more careful, amigo.”
  • “ they had to bring in outside talent. which would be moi.”
  • “ bet this guy never expected his work to see in the light of day.”
  • “ i bet you’re right.”
  • “ still, it can’t be easy to hide a body nowadays.”
  • “ you shittin’ me?”
  • “ hypothetical: how do you make sure disposed body stay disposed?”
  • “ don’t all those run the risk of contact with the outside world?”
  • “ you got a better idea?”
  • “ there is no such thing as the perfect crime. not in my experience, anyway.”
  • “ well, we have something in common.”
  • “ miss me?”
  • “ i need to clear the decks… and my head.”
  • “ they, uh… ate my puppy.”
  • “ you may have to get closer than you like.”
  • “ i’m doin’ enough damage on my own.”
  • “ that was a yes. sounded like a no, but… yeah.”
  • “ you scared the shit outta me.”
  • “ how you doin’?”
  • “ don’t! you fuckin’ asked… so, how am i doing? i’m just fine.”
  • “ come on, don’t get the shakes now. this is no time for performance anxiety.”
  • “ i’ve been waitin’ for you.”
  • “ come out, come out, wherever you are!”
  • “ what the hell is wrong with me?”
  • “ it’s okay, i got you.”
  • “ don’t leave me! please, don’t leave me!”
  • “ want me to knock out some doors? or maybe some heads?”
  • “ what fucking asshole left this here?”
  • “ it’s ‘special agent’ fucking asshole.”
  • “ frankly, you’re more of a leader than a team-player.”
  • “ i’m not convinced you play well with others.”
  • “ i feel like a jigsaw-puzzle missing a piece.”
  • “ i’ve been calling you for hours.”
  • “ i kinda pulled an all nighter.”
  • “ it’s, uh… it’s taking me to places i never thought i’d go.”
  • “ he was such a destructive force. why can’t you just put him behind you?”
  • “ i’m just gonna make you late.”
  • “ dammit, ___!  i need you there too.”
  • “ you have no idea what this feels like.”
  • “ can’t wait to get another door slammed in my face.”
  • “ that’s it. put that out into the universe, alright?”
  • “ look on the bright side. comically, we’re batting a thousand.”
  • “ please, don’t shoot me, miss/mister.”
  • “ if i believed in god. if i believed in sin… this is the place where i’d be sucked straight to hell… if i believed in hell.”
  • “ i’m so sorry for your loss.”
  • “ i’m not sorry.”
  • “ you’re still here.”
  • “ i killed you.”
  • “ no. you just took my life.”
  • “ so how do i make you go away?”
  • “ i’m not like them.”
  • “ now, if it helps, i can tell you it’s not your fault, what you did to me.”
  • “ i’m not human.”
  • “ no. you’re just fucked up.”
  • “ you think it’s as simple as that?”
  • “ excuse me, i opened this by mistake.”
  • “ today it is all about the win. i think we really should enjoy this.”
  • “ i really appreciate your support.”
  • “ it was simple, really.”
  • “ all i had to do was put myself into the mind of a killer. hardly a stretch.”
  • “ trust me, you’re not going anywhere this time.”
  • “ who the fuck are you?”
  • “ that kind of talk is just gonna bring you closer to your victims.”
  • “ no, maybe you didn’t do the deed, but the blood is on your hands.”
  • “ a lot of blood is on your hands.”
  • “ why do you care about these people?”
  • “ why are you doing this to me?”
  • “ i’m not so much doing this to you as i’m doing it for me.”
  • “ you leave pain wherever you go.”
  • “ you kill me, what do you leave behind?”
  • “ look at that, steady as a surgeon.”
  • “ this kill was just the first of the loose ends i needed to tie off.”
  • “ i need to see you.”
  • “ i’m just dropping somebody off, can it wait?”
  • “ a shoe? you wanted to see me about a shoe?”
  • “ i didn’t have a lot to hope for until i met you.”
  • “ you gave me something to believe in when i didn’t even believe in myself.”
  • “ it’s not your fault.”
  • “ it was totally an act of impulse.”
  • “ what are you trying to say, that you planned on acting on impulse?”
  • “ that’s where you disappeared to at all hours of the night like clark fucking kent.”
  • “ if the eyes are the window to the soul, then grief is the door. as long as it’s closed, it’s the barrier between knowing and not knowing. walk away from it and it stays closed forever. but open it, and walk through it, and pain becomes truth.”
  • “ i’ve been preparing for this my entire life.”
  • “ it’s annoying, isn’t it?”
  • “ i’m not taking the bait.”
  • “ you’re up late.”
  • “ you don’t need to do this. you don’t need to do this now.”
  • “ temporary insanity.”
  • “ you’re right. i smell like a fucking sewer.”
  • “ i had to say goodbye in order to reconnect with what’s really important. with who i was.”
  • “ rest in peace… i am.”

Imagine thanking Tom during your award speech.

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed as you reached the podium. Shaking your head and holding your award, you couldn’t believe that you had just won Best Actress and beat out Jennifer Lawrence and Emma Stone. “Am I dreaming?” You squealed out as the crowd laughed and cheered. 

“Wow, I’m so incredibly thankful for this award! I’m still in a bit of a daze, really. Um, wow.” Staring at the award again, you blinked a few times and started on your thank you’s to the people that voted, your amazing costars, the directors, and so forth. As you closed out the speech, you flashed a smile and made eye contact with Tom. 

“I also want to thank Tom for this beauty because without him I wouldn’t have felt confident enough to take on this role. I also wouldn’t have stuck to the incredibly difficult workout and eating plan without him. Thank you for that and I do apologize for being a brat about wanting that Twix bar and you telling me that I couldn’t.” The crowd laughed as well as Tom and his mother. “I love you and thank you for loving me through my bratty, hangry ways. I really, honestly couldn’t have won this without you.” Blowing him a kiss, you smiled again and exited the stage. 

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Day 1: Wrong Number
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anonymous asked:

if seventeen were trainees on produce 101, how would their self-intros be?

S.Coups
- literally park jihoon’s intro but with a twist
- “i’ve got broad shoulders, strong thighs”
- “and abs but i’ll only show those to you if you vote for me!!”
- raps but kills the viewers with his singing
- unfortunately dabs

Jeonghan
- beautiful angel???
- walks in wearing a halo
- “yes you are seeing an angel”
- you know you’re in heaven when you hear his singing

Joshua
- introduces himself in english….. and korean and japanese and spanish and chinese
- walks in holding a guitar
- sings while playing the guitar and captures everyone’s hearts
- guitar string probably snaps
- laughs on camera but cries backstage

Jun
- introduces himself in chinese
- walks in wearing a panda costume
- does martial arts that looks painful in said panda costume
- probably throws a pick-up line in there

Hoshi
- cartwheels into the scene
- screams his signature “WHAT TIME IS IT NOW??”
- “hi it’s 10:10 hoshi”
- dances while introducing himself????
- sweating profusely by the end of his intro

Wonwoo
- literally jo sungwook’s intro
- round glasses
- “i will now read you my favorite passage from one of my favorite books”
- (quotes a k-drama)
- imitates a sloth

Woozi
- walks in with a tiny keyboard
- makes up a song on the spot
- does finger hearts and then cringes
- “i can sing, dance, produce, song-write, play the guitar, piano—”

DK
- most likely wearing a onesie
- blinds viewers with his smile
- accidentally screams his intro and gets told to calm the frick down by the pd’s
- sings too loud and gets told to quiet down

Mingyu
- charms everyone with his beauty
- makes a joke
- laughs at his own joke
- tries to rap but messes up and laughs
- trips on his way out

The8
- backflips into the scene
- introduces himself in chinese
- shows off b-boying and martial arts
- finger hearts
- thinks he’s scary and cool but all the comments say “AW HE’S SO CUTE”

Seungkwan
- wears a suit
- “my mom told me to dress nicely”
- jeju
- sings a really sad and emotional ballad
- cries in the middle of the chorus
- intro gets cut off in the end because he talks too much

Vernon
- yo
- shows off his rap skills
- english rap!!!!
- probably the only normal intro tbh

Dino
- dresses up as michael jackson
- moonwalks into the scene
- does an impersonation of michael jackson
- suddenly sings and raps and dances perfectly
- “please vote for michael chanson!!”

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